5,4,3,2,1,0

i walked out the front doors of the library tonight -- after a fruitful two hours of work.. there was a slight mist. it reminded me of simple pleasures -- all within a few seconds each kiss of dainty rain reminded me... reminded me to breathe. it inspired this night to be a spin-around-in-the-rain night. and so i did (not in plain sight of course, i wanted this to be all mine.) i inhaled deeply, invigorating my senses, refreshed -- thousands of tiny, delicate water drops invaded my lungs -- they danced in and around my entire body. an eeire but romantic orange light flooded the almost wet sidewalk, my almost wet skin. a black sky floated above -- my heart was nearly there, so close. and among all this -- i (alone) skipped across the campus -- intimate with the night, the mist and myself. i like being reminded of things that are good.
this
was
good.
but -- my hand went unheld. i wanted his arm hairs to glisten with the feather water...
instead -- away from me in a goliath city...

he reminds me of things that are good.
we
are
good.